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swifty blue, peysoh & moneysign suede - p funk lyrics

[intro]
look

[verse 1]
back on my bullsh+t, it’s a scary sight
i’ma always keep on steppin’, you can stay behind (matt brick$)
i be thinkin’ ’bout the days when i ain’t have a dime
when i was selling dimes
when i ain’t have a life
i just had a dream i was in the county smoking spice
i be thinkin’ ’bout my n+gga, he eighteen fightin’ life
i’m sorry, mama, i ain’t walk a straight line
if i don’t make it, i’ma die trying
i’m on parole, so i’m runnin’ lowkey
these n+ggas, they be lying, they ain’t really in the streets
today i’m getting cheese, i don’t wanna hear a beep
i just wanna get a bag, stack, and repeat
i was down bad on my ass, on e
they ain’t even help mе get back on my feet
and n+gga, on p’s, i’m still ridin’ with the heat
thеse n+ggas lyin’, they don’t even got no beef
[verse 2: peysoh]
activated, most hated, so i’m stayin’ protected
i know they want me dead, so i’m keepin’ a weapon
big forty on my hip, who he thinkin’ impresssin’?
knock a n+gga top, yeah, i’m leavin’ him guessin’
we takin’ back to back trips, why they dyin’ like that?
i thought you n+ggas wanted war, why they hidin’ like that?
no competition, f+ck the opps, why they tryin’ like that?
i’m paranoid, keep it on me, why they eyein’ like that?
i heard they want me dead, tell them n+ggas come and do somethin’
i had to toss mine, the homie let me use his fusca
stay up off these streets, hardheaded, i’m like nunca
they know i never miss, when i slide, you hear trucha
i been— shh for the block, ask the homies, i’m a trophy
lil’ fuse, big gun, better watch how you approach me
terrorize they block, we 56, them n+ggas know me
i ain’t playin’ ’bout no war, b+tch, i’ll slide by my lonely

[verse 3]
i ain’t worried ’bout no opps
i’m from where bodies drop
grimey park, park side, watch me spin a block
all this money i be touchin’ make me spin a lot
whip a brand new coupe and it’s fresh out the lot
i’ma get rich, i’ma have to buy the block
i’m off the wockhardt, i don’t even wanna walk
and they chipped the homie, i don’t even wanna talk
if you cross the line, end up all in white chalk
before i signed a deal, i hit the block just to flock
now i’m hood rich, gettin’ money don’t stop
i swear i love the hood, but the hood stay hot
just hit the shop, installed a stash for the glock
customize the whip, make sure the speakers knock
customize the drip, look fly for the thots
cop the new rolex with the papers in the box
i spent ten g’s on this ice that i got
[verse 5: rucci]
ayy, ayy, i spent thirty+five on this watch that i got
still ridin’ ’round in my mama benz with a glock
i ain’t got no license, but it’s motherf+ck the cops
bought a house in tj for my pops big tak
ayy, i’m still poppin’ pills, off a jiggy gettin’ jiggy
in paramount f+ckin’ ’round with swifty
i was told to dump the glock, better make sure it’s empty
i’m tryna take a trip to— ayo, pass me the rémy
like i said, this a fully, ain’t no motherf+ckin’ semi
k!ll a n+gga, f+ck a b+tch the same night with no jimmy
on your block with glocks, take that, take that like diddy
tryna get away from this gangster sh+t, but it’s in me

- swifty blue peysoh moneysign suede lyrics

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